The square was crowded with people.
"...What is this Disciple Ga gathering us for, hasn’t the first round ended?" Dragon Emperor Ian impatiently gazed at the dense crowd. He was eager to corner Olivius and didn’t have ti to waste here.
Huan Jiala stood by his side and suddenly spoke, "What is that Celestial Clan mber handing out?"
Most of the participants were very quiet; only one Celestial Clan mber was walking back and forth among the crowd, his voice extrely loud, and he was distributing pamphlets with a benevolent expression.
"Please take a look, check it out..." This Celestial Clan mber had flowing blond hair and green eyes like tranquil lakes. It seed he hadn’t noticed the Dragon Emperor before him, as he directly handed the pamphlet to the Dragon Emperor.
Ian took it and flipped open the pamphlet, curious about what this Celestial Clan mber was handing out, could it be advertisent flyers?
Upon opening it, it was:
...
[Dedicated to the most powerful and beautiful Father God—Sique Su Ming’an Olivius!!]
[Would you like to know about the Lighthouse Church?]
[Father God’s charm transcends this era! His bravery is unrivaled across the world! Welco everyone to learn about the shepherd of the world’s Radiant Light and Ti, the beacon of life forms, our supre God!]
...
The pamphlet elaborately introduced the doctrine of the Lighthouse Church, and even specified the thod and location for joining the church.
The book was full of praise, depicting the charm and greatness of the Lighthouse God—he possessed black, purple, and white gradient hair that changed with his mood. When he smiled, heaven bestowed soothing rain; when he was angry, he was like thunder descending upon the earth. His tears when he was sad were like gold and pearls, and holy white tendrils overshadowed the sky and earth...
Ian felt a headache reading it, wanting to tear the booklet apart imdiately. But upon careful examination, he found that so of the pamphlet’s praises were reasonable.
Unexpectedly, even a small Celestial Clan mber could appreciate Sique’s excellence, even founded a church for Sique, which showed so refinent.
"If Radiant Mother Goddess and Goddess of Life see this, they would probably brand him a cultist," Elf King Huan Jiala leaned closer to have a look, "The frawork of the Luowasha Twenty-seven Gods, the Order Faction has no intention to break. After all, Sique is still a human, not a god."
"I actually think he is more arrogant than the gods," Ian snorted from his nose. Despite wanting to settle accounts with Olivius, he couldn’t deny Olivius’s achievents.
Huan Jiala glanced at the blond Celestial Clan mber and beckoned, "Co here."
The blond Celestial Clan mber heard and looked even more gentle with his erald eyes. He carried stacks of pamphlets as tall as half a person and walked over, having already distributed many to the people along the way, "Beautiful Royal, do you have any interest in our Lighthouse?"
"Ahem... I already know a lot," Huan Jiala said indifferently, "Where did you get this information?"
Sique had been gone for so long, how did this Celestial Clan mber know these things?
Boris laughed, "Of course, Father God sent a dream, hoping I would act in His stead. Father God is the Old God Asasto, the Old Leader of the past, Torch of Wasteland, Lord of Dawn 102 years ago, Yun Shang City God a millennium later. Under His command are three Archangels, Judgnt Angel Noel, and the master of the scales of justice..."
Once he started speaking, he simply wouldn’t stop, talking rapidly from the independent war of the Second Epoch, to the War of Eden in the Third Epoch, and now about the Demonization Crisis in the Fourth Epoch, every sentence would bring up Father God... striving to have everyone present worship the Lighthouse.
At this mont, a girl in a silk hat and lace skirt approached, laughed lightly upon hearing, "Is this another new persona Sique set up for himself? How familiar the writing style is."
Ian said coldly, "This ans that kid really appeared, even scheming to establish a church and worship himself as a god... What is he trying to do? Challenging the Luowasha Twenty-seven Gods? Huajian Weilai, aren’t you from the Nalan Court? Does the Nalan Court know about Olivius’s appearance?"
[Nalan Court], equivalent to the positioning of the United Group, they worship the God of Covenant Nalandos, committed to maintaining the ruling order of the upper echelon of Luowasha. All major forces would give them so face, allowing them to diate conflicts in various occasions. Also known as "official."
Huajian Weilai smiled, slyly saying, "Olivius only appeared in this Disciple Ga, and only for a few hours, how could the Nalan Court know beforehand? But the Wheel of Destiny and Death Cantor are eager to act, one wants to invite him to charge the World Tree, another wants to give him the most beautiful death. If any Royal wants to compete, it would be best to act quickly."
Ian snorted coldly, "When I catch him, I’ll surely have him write a ten thousand-word poem praising ."
Huan Jiala held his forehead and sighed, "Is this all you’re thinking about?"
Ian coughed once, ".... Of course, I’ll also have him quickly hand over the Twelve Stories. It’s a pity not to have seen him this ti, if I had seen him, I surely wouldn’t let him go..."
The next mont, his golden eyes froze.
In the sky, a figure appeared.
Flowing white long hair billowed, the crimson silk cloth on his shoulder was bright as blood, and around the youth’s neck hung a crescent cross on a golden chain, otherwise he bore nothing else. He was bathed in light, slowly opening his eyes.
The mont people saw this figure, they imdiately fell silent.
The players guessed, soone with such a grand entrance and carrying a load of light effects was either the Number One Player or Su Rin. Thus, they quieted down.
The NPCs saw the Royals instantly turn red, scared to utter a word.
"—Olivius! You dare to appear!" Ian genuinely did not expect this person to be so bold, appearing before them without any protection.
"..." Hui Mo’s fingers tapped on a lily handstaff, a glint of contemplation in his eyes.
"Sique, you have finally appeared..." Bairan’s face flushed red, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
"...So it’s him," Huajian Weilai lifted his head, smiled aningfully, "I can’t believe I missed it from the start."
"Yamada, Yamada! That’s the teammate you’ve been talking about!" Crystalline noble girl Zhi Fei pulled on Yamada Machiichi’s chanical arm, excitedly said.
"...Is it Su Ming’an? It should be! Su Rin’s entrance would look way grander." Anthony and Zhong Xi, the players, had already accurately grasped the thod of identification.
"...Is that the winner of the first round?" The two scholars from the Supre Tower exchanged glances, "Record it, report to the society."
"...A familiar scent, it’s the trickster demon lord instructed to find..." A Dark Elf near the Sky Alliance stared joyfully at Su Ming’an.
Boris’s eyes showed several flashes of thought, his mind seemingly very clear, scrutinizing Su Ming’an’s appearance.
All kinds of scenes from the mortal world.
Su Ming’an surveyed the crowd, their gazes either surprised, thoughtful, ecstatic, or furious.
"Woohoo—everyone please quiet down!!"
At this mont, a white-haired, red-eyed girl appeared beside Su Ming’an, holding an ocean parasol, wearing a red and white Lolita skirt, with rabbit ears twitching. She was the host of the Disciple Ga.
Her hands were placed on Su Ming’an’s shoulders, transmitting a fluffy sensation, "Next, let us welco the winner of the first round—Si... ah, ahem... Mr. Noel! To give a speech!"
"Ah? Is this Noel?" The players were dumbfounded.
"Are you sure?"
"But Su Ming’an’s previous Originals were all around 1.76 ters, so maybe this ti it truly is Noel..."
Su Ming’an didn’t want to wait for the people below to react—there wasn’t any protection shield between them.
"Everyone have fun." Su Ming’an was extrely concise, eager for this section to be over: "That’s it."
"Eh?" The white-haired girl peeked over: "That’s it?"
"Yes." Su Ming’an didn’t intend to say any more.
The white-haired girl clicked her tongue, showing a sorrowful expression, looking quite sad: "Oh... our ’Haha, you can’t catch , la la la’ mister... seems really keen to leave. What’s going on here..."
Now, people finally caught on.
The Lord of the Undead, Xi Ting, moved slightly, suddenly extending a bony claw, directly grabbing at Su Ming’an.
Su Ming’an imdiately stepped back, flicking his fingers, and a page flew out from his grasp.
... Go snatch it, snatch the story and leave, don’t target him anymore.
"—That’s [Twelve Stories]!!!" Noel’s voice ca from sowhere, filled with greed: "Quick, snatch it! Everyone, get it!!"
With Noel’s voice, people instantly focused on the falling piece of paper, swarming like flies toward it.
However, in the next mont, several figures appeared before Su Ming’an—
The Dragon Emperor Ian in dragon form, the Elf King Huan Jiala with flowing purple hair, the half-skeletal head of the Lord of the Undead Xi Ting, the Master of Abyss Lestory with hair like snakes, the translucent Ice Elent Emperor, the chanical Master Mokeluo, the Holy Mountain Angel Shui Shuang with three pairs of snow wings, and the horned Half-demon Elder Tala...
They completely ignored the paper causing the commotion, focusing solely on Su Ming’an himself.
...
[TE4·"Will the wingless bird grow flesh and blood because of you?" Perfect Completion Progress: 98%]
...
The number of people here exceeded twelve.
Su Ming’an felt the weight on his shoulder, as though sothing invisible was gripping it, a sharp pain spreading from his palm, as four bony claws stretched toward him. Branches and leaves spread from his legs, his feet froze with ice, and even the sound of chanics clicked...
"...Do you want to tear Sique apart?" he said calmly, "If you tear apart, who will write the remaining twelve stories for you."
The atmosphere beca stagnant.
People stared at each other, knowing that neither side was willing to back down. If a fight broke out here, it would probably be more bloodthirsty and terrifying than the War of Eden.
"Olivius, where have you been during your disappearance?" Angel Shui Shuang looked at Su Ming’an inquisitively.
But Su Ming’an ignored them completely, suddenly looking up and shouting:
"—Sique Olivius is eternal, the lighthouse of life, the radiant light and shepherd of ti!!"
His voice was loud and clear, leaving everyone stunned.
"Olivius, do you think playing dumb will work?" The Ice Elent Emperor’s voice was clear, like flowing ice water covering his entire body: "Besides, you’ve said such narcissistic things before."
"Sique, co back with ." Wei Mo also joined in, smiling: "They only want to drain your words, but I only want to invite you to charge the World Tree with ."
In the corner, the Great Devil Pollo crossed his arms, seemingly uninvolved.
Just as the others were about to make a move, a multicolored liquid hand pressed in front of Su Ming’an.
"...This is the second ti, Su Ming’an."
Its voice was sharp and rising.
In the next mont, a sound like shattering glass rang out, and all the attacks around Su Ming’an... froze at that mont.
"Ka, ka ka, ka ka ka—"
A colorful semi-liquid figure appeared silently, a bright smiling mask slowly floated out, just lowering its hand, all the attacks lted away like snow.
In the next mont, before the emperors could react, Su Ming’an’s figure vanished.
Kasadia took him to an empty space.
"Alright, it’s safe here." It smiled and asked: "Your... unfunny joke?"
Su Ming’an let out a sigh of relief, grateful that the Fun Demon was effective, allowing him to escape from such a dangerous situation. He planned to lie low and develop until he was powerful enough, then enjoy the thrill of defeating his enemies one by one.
Seeing Kasadia’s expectant expression, Su Ming’an thought that previously, Kasadia laughed because the stories weren’t tragic enough. If he told a sad story, perhaps Kasadia wouldn’t laugh this ti.
Su Ming’an pondered for a mont and spoke:
"Once upon a ti, there was a girl, saved by a jellyfish."
"She was born without knowing what pain was, nor what it felt like to smile. But the jellyfish taught her how to smile, and they went together to the human kingdom on the surface, shopping, eating noodles, drinking sweet bubble drinks."
Glancing at Kasadia, Kasadia didn’t laugh.
This was a good sign.
Su Ming’an continued: "Later, the jellyfish lted from too much sun exposure, and the girl didn’t feel sad because she knew the jellyfish had helped her out of self-interest. Even when the jellyfish died, she couldn’t feel happiness..."
"Haha—hahahahaha—!!!"
Su Ming’an sighed.
He realized that no matter how unfunny the joke was, Kasadia would kindly laugh it off, so the price wouldn’t be paid off.
He watched the rainbow-colored liquid body laugh uncontrollably, even not seeing where Kasadia’s mask flowed away to.
"Haha! The jellyfish lted away, the jellyfish lted away, hahahaha—!"
For so reason, in the laughter, Su Ming’an heard a trace of sorrow.
Probably just an illusion.
A god known as "Fun" wouldn’t feel sorrow amidst laughter.
Su Ming’an skillfully covered his ears, waiting a full eight minutes before the laughter subsided and Kasadia had twisted into a sticky, colorful paint.
"Alright, you made very happy this ti, so I’ll provide you a free service." Kasadia shook its liquid fingers and smiled: "I can teleport you to the side of any person in Luowasha, your choice."
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